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My name is Kich.I am the creator of Kich n Bleus designs, and I also am the sister of truly scrapgifted Abby from Scrapbookaholic by Abby. I am a very happy single mom of a three year old, currently attending Keller Graduate School for my masters, and am very excited for the upcoming. With the help of my beautiful Sister, we have started on the Kich n Bleus Designs journey, and I welcome you to visit our website!

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

I am an animal lover... If i had a house, i would seriously get all the stray animals i could find... Even mouses... I love them all... 22 years ago... We moved into this house we are now... two weeks after that, one of my uncles gave me a puppy (Only weeks old) I remember thinking of her name a lot. I was four then... One night, maybe two weeks after that... I was sleeping with my mom and dad, and i remember clearly when the name came to me and my mom.... PINKY!

Pinky was my adoration; she was my partner, my love... We grew up together. I loved her puppies, and cried when we gave them away. I remember being grounded once because i faked being sick in school just to come home and play with her puppies... aww..the beauty of childhood when you have a dog to share it with is priceless....

2004... Pinky was already 15 years old. I was about 21, 22... and in denial that Pinky didnt have much time to live. Denial for sure. One day, i woke up... It was raining hard... and all i could hear was a bark... something, wasnt right. I walked outside... and called for Pinky. No answer. At a distance, and in a puddle was Pinky.. her legs had given out, and she was in the middle of the mud and in the rain... so i picked her up.. and i sat her down near her dog house, and i started bawling. I cried that day for about two hours straight... just with her, because i knew that this was her time. I had my friend Ulises call the humane society to let me know what had happend. We took her in, and the girl told me that her organs were giving out. I asked her why, and she simply replies.. "Because she is old already"

I remember we came home, and my friend explained that it was better for her to put her down because she couldnt even walk anymore. The next day... we were heading to the humane socirty. I got her, she was really bloated and looked real bad. I went inside this office, and they walk me to a little room, and they ask me to put her in this little bed next to the door. She asks my friend to leave the room, and she said i could have a few minutes to say goodbye. Bawling, all i could say was "Love you pinky"

Minutes later, She walks in... My friend sits next to me, and she puts her to sleep... This was one of the most hurtful days of my life. I dont remember much that day, all i remember was coming inside my house... Pinky-less and my mom, just with one look... started crying.

Two weeks later, Ulises came with his moms new dog... her name was Sisy. Sisy was in many ways like Pinky, only in a smaller version. She was well educated, and trained. She was clean, and calm. She is almost a cat inside a dog's body. And well, I got attahed to her... a lot!

Two weeks after that, Ulises asked me to keep her, and i asked my mom. "NO" she said. I dont want any more animals. "Please!!" "NO" She would say. "Ok," I said. "Let me take care of her for two weeks so i can find an owner... " She said ok. A month passed and my mom called me one day because one uncle of mine wanted Sisy.. what did i do? "Im sorry.. I already found an owner" (i Lied) And that night i talked to my mom... i begged that Sisy was going to be good, and that she was going to be a great dog... Six years its been since she said ok, and she has. She is our little princess... Our new princess.

You would think the story is done right...?? No... In October 2010.. Halloween to be exact. I left trick or treating, my mom stayed to take care of the trick or treaters... My sons dad was outside the house... and the next morning... Sisy GONE. No where to be found. I was again, heatbroken.

I drove to the pound, maybe once every two weeks, I would literaetely drive street by street, crying because my Sisy dogg was gone. She is spoiled, so the streets werent going to be good enough for her... By the ending of December, I was starting to loose hope. I was begining to tell myself that someone found her, and that maybe... just maybe... she was ok.

Last Tuesday, One of my friends text me at work... "I THINK I SAW YOUR DOG AT THE POUND" I rushed to the pound. Praying all the way there... and when i entered the first shelter... She was behind another little dog... "Sisy!" I called. She didnt answer. "Sisy!!!" And when she walked up to me... I extended my hand towards her.. and when she smelled me, she started howling. LOUD.. People around me were looking at me and smiling... I had FOUND SISY!!! I excitedly go to the girl in the front lobby, and she tells me... "Do you know your dog had a chip?" I said no. She said "I cant release her until the chip's owner contacts us. Either that or you have to wait till Monday so you can legally adopt her under your name" REALLY??? Adopt my dog that I had since 2004??? (Only me) Anyways, i called the previous owner, and she said she would call th pound, and by Monday... January 10, 2011... I hope and pray that Sisy will be handed over officually. I CANT WAIT!!

I have created this dog layout in honor of Pinky and Sisy.. for making me happy throughout my childhood and throughout my adult years... They are my adoration, and my loves... I may sound CRazy.. but i am a dog lover, and mostly, a Pinky and Sisy Lover. I also created a card for Pinky.. because she brought Sisy back to me :)

Oh my I just found your site and read this about your babies(I call them my babies),The same thing pretty much happened to us a few yrs back.We had a german shephard from 5weeks old named Pearl. She was such a wonderful kind dog and I had gotten injured @ work and was home for 5yrs.The kids were pretty well on their own and Pearl and I were great pals.Near Halloween 2-3 yrs ago we had to put her down.Her legs too had given way many times and there was nothing more the vet could do.I just can't believe how trumatic it was.She was in my arms and even writting this puts tears in my eyes.I so want another rescue dog but don't know if I can handle the END part but I so miss the friendship.You are a special person and your dogs were lucky to have a mommy like you.Gaylegayle-rn@sbcglobal.net